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Discussion in 'Hats' started by Matt Deckard, Apr 10, 2014.
Don’t make assumptions, AL. I didn’t say he was driving.
Was scanning in slides from my Dad’s time in Korea (‘52-‘53) and ran across these hats on or near his troop ship returning to the States (in San Francisco I think).
You're absolutely right. My apologies.
Wyoming’s third governor, John Eugene Osborne,
who danced at his inaugural ball wearing shoes made from the hide of “Big Nose” George Parrot.
He's got his swagger stick in that first pic.
I knew you would spot that.
Tom “Black Jack” Ketchum.
Standing on the gallows where he was decapitaed during his hanging. Some say the length of the rope was misjudged while others speculate it was due to all the weight he put on in jail while his appeals were made.
A good friend who was a firefighter/paramedic/EMT in his younger days once told me it was surprisingly easy to separate a human head from it's body.
Ladd & Ree Drummond of Drummond C Ranch & Pioneer Woman fame.
More Charles Russell (artist).
From the Traces of Texas Historical Group: "Traces of Texas reader Nancy Galindo's great grandfather was a rancher in the south Texas valley for decades. After he passed away Nancy found this photo among his things. It shows a hat check at the Valley State Bank. Nancy isn't sure where that bank is or when this was taken but it sure is a dandy photo."
This hat check photo made my day, week. month. WAY cool.
William Curly Bill Brocius
Timothy Isaiah Courtright (1848 - 1887)
Texas Lawman - first elected City Marshall of Fort Worth, & therefore the first to turn outlaw.
Bill Tilghman, US Deputy Marshal, I.T. and later lawman in OK.
A good look at what the older generation (Tilghman and his LE pals along with a good many real outlaws they had arrested are in the silent film) were wearing in OK and Texas by 1918.
Part of Tilghman's actual film.
and a copy of one of his prized Colts.
Alabama Governor James ‘Big Jim’ Folsom
Interesting read on Big Jim, Greg.
He was often in the headlines during the 60’s. I was just old enough to remember a bit of the 66 campaign when my old man drug my ass and the rest of the crew to a Gadsden shopping center parking lot for a Lurleen B. Wallace campaign rally. Still one of the more bizarre experiences of my life. The only thing that compared was decades later working klan rallies.